A juggler who juggles no *****, A defeated entity of time, A humorous attempt of nature to give, As it was desperate to not have it's summer hue stolen, A child of autumn, perceived as the colour brown, A deserted colour,yet profound, He swings obsessively, Deluded in a harsh desire to love, He imitates the spring, But his flowers wilt without a cause, Compelled by a maddening desir, He corrupts the produce of summer, He feels avenged, He was a lost cause.